A Story of Loving Someone I Had to Let Go | by Dita Rizky Ananda

“Some people stay in our hearts, even if they can’t stay in our live”

Some people come into your life like a warm summer evening.
Soft. Easy. Uncomplicated.
They make you laugh at things you never found funny before,
They sit beside you in silence and somehow the quite feels full.
Sometime, if you’re lucky, you get to love someone like that.
And if life to teach you how to let go, sometimes you lose them, too.

I loved someone I couldn’t keep.
Not because the love wasn’t real — it was.
It still is, maybe, in the quiet ways love lingers when you’ve stopped saying it out loud.

I had to let them go because loving them meant losing parts of myself I wasn’t ready to lose.
Because sometimes two good people don’t make a good ending.
Because sometimes love asks for things we can’t give without emptying ourselves completely.

Letting go didn’t happen in a single night.
It happened in all the small moments in between.
In the phone calls that didn’t come anymore.
In the coffee cups that stayed empty on the table for one.
In the songs that used to be “ours” but now only live in my headphone.

People think letting go is an act of strength — like cutting a rope.
But for me, it felt softer than that.
It felt like leaving the door unlocked, hoping they’d come back — and learning to lock it again when they didn’t.
It felt like crying into my pillow, then wiping my own tears and still choosing to wish them well.

I learned that loving someone you have to let go is not a waste.
It’s proof you were brave enough to open your heart wide.
It’s proof you were alive enough to feel everything — the joy, the ache, the gratitude, the grief.
It’s proof you cared so much that you let them go when staying would have broken you both.

If you’re here, holding someone in your heart you had to set free — I hope you know this:
Your love didn’t fail just because it didn’t last.
Your story didn’t break just because it didn’t end the way you dreamed.
Sometimes the bravest thing we do is lovefully — and still choose to walk away when love alone isn’t enough to make us stay.

So here’s the ones we loved but couldn’t keep.
To the nights we spent hoping, the mornings we spent healing.
To the version of us that was strong enough to let go — gently, bravely, fully.
May you always remember.
Love doesn’t always stay. But it always leaves us softer than it found us.

🌙 And maybe, that’s enough